Eleanor H. Porter

at the two fast-closed windows—

week had passed; then the fever subsided

was on a morning errand today

drives me nearly wild

whittling half-heartedly

ragged little beggars

that the Ladies' Aid had decided that they would rather send all their money to bring up the little India boys than to save out enough to bring up one little boy in their own town, for which they would not get "a bit of credit in the report".

man was lying motionless at the foot of a steep mass of rock a few yards from the side path

Pendleton is at the foot of the Eagle Hill in Pendleton Woods with a broken leg

caught her breath